A long, long time ago (eighth grade), in a classroom far away, an english teacher once said to me, how do you shoot a bow. I was a young lad at that time, and foolishly I responded with a swift fluid motion, and a "swoosh" came galloping from my vocal chords. That was the moment that the age long feud between Kieran O. and I was born. Throughout the class period at completely arbitrary times, we would arrogantly pull our bows from our slings, cock the bow with a razor sharp stick of wood, and then without any mercy, launch the arrows at each. At the end of the period, it was apparent that Kieran had reached the same understanding as I had, that without a peaceful interval between shots, one could continuously fire arrows at the other with no stop. Since this would really be a disgrace to the honorable, chivalrous archers that came before us, we decided upon a 5 minute truce period between shots, and so was coined the phrase, "Has it been five minutes"?
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